Wrong ~ Dylmas/Newtmas

29. Who knows?

Dylan's POV
Two days later I'm sitting on the plane, exited to see Tho- I mean, all of my dear friends again. Though it's been less than a week since I last saw them, I'm still longing to hang out with them again. Oh, by the way. My dad got released from the hospital. It was such a relief to see him plugged out of all those hoses and machines. He is bald now, which is way better than death. And now he's on his way home on dispensation. His well-being curve is steep since my father is strong. The strongest man I know.

My thoughts wanders like that for a while, until they end up on Thomas. Just as always. It's a miracle, my father was about to die but I still couldn't stop thinking of Thomas for less than a second. I concluded something was really wrong with me.

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When the plane arrived at the airport, they where all waiting for me. I can't describe the feeling when I saw them all there. Or, some sort of happy happiness. There were fans there too, but right now, all of the cast ran forward and hugged me. It resulted in a huge clod of people. There I was, right in the middle, giggling like a child. Something I couldn't help but notice was that Thomas stood to my left. His hug seemed tighter than the others. At least that I hoped it was. After the big group hug, we took pictures with the fans and signed everything from backs to posters. They were all really nice. When I reached a girl with short, messy blonde hair and green eyes twinkling with tears, she asked,
"Is Dylmas real?"

As I now knew what Dylmas was, I had no answer.

"Honestly, I don't know." The words just escaped my mouth. She gasped and her eyes twinkled even more. What have I done?

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God, it's wonderful to be reunited with everybody again. We started shooting as soon as I'd changed clothes.
It's first when Wes mentions it that I realise that we will be recording the kiss scene today.

Today? Oh my god.

I'm not prepared for this. And in front of the whole cast and crew? What if they figure out that... I'll do it anyway.
Just to feel his lips on mine. I want to slap myself for thinking that, but I also know that I can't deny it's true.

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A/n:
Hahahha sorry I ended there but I got panic bc I ran out of ideas.
And that chapter name?
It sounds like something from some kind of superhero book or something.
I HAVE MADE MY OWN CAMP HALF-BLOOD SHIRT.
YEP.
ITS THE ONE IN THE PIC ABOVE. YEP.
AND OH GOSH
PHAN
I CANT HANDLE THE FEELS.
Btw that's why I haven't
updated in like 5 years
I've been busy reading Phanfiction.
Literally.
Justices gonna go fangirl at some Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil videos so bye💗👻